Four years ago, forty-eight year-old Wanda Sanchez was clinging to a life without hope. Every day was a struggle to stay alive. She’d planned her suicide and had every intent to carry out her plan. For decades she’d struggled with nightmares, flashbacks, addiction, self-abuse, compulsions, and other behaviors she simply couldn’t control. Rehab was a […]Continue Reading... 3 Comments.
The darkness. The compulsion to die. I couldn’t shake the obsession… no matter what I did. I prayed. I read the Bible. I ate. I ate more. I got high. And tried to get higher each time I used. I got numb. I zoned out. For months, my prayers had been short and to the point: “HELP!” […]Continue Reading... No Comments.